Soooo, two days before Thanksgiving, Ella made it clear that she was not, in fact, in the family way. She paced back and forth in the pen and made all kinds of bleating desperate noises and encouraged Zinnia to join in. Luckily, I was off work on Wednesday and took her out to the farm, where her original beau had already left, but we introduced her to a very nice buck named War Dust and commenced with the kid making. It seems to have gone well. I think we must have gotten her too close to the end of her cycle last time. For that wee mistake we bottle feed for an additional month. THAT will teach us for sure. DAMMIT!
In other news, the fecal report came back on Zinnia showing no parasites. Whaaaaaa? Does that even happen with goats? No parasites? Really? I talked to my goat mentor, and she suggested it might be some kind of shipping fever rather than a parasite problem. Which kinda makes sense. In that case, I don't know if the iron supplements helped or if the issue had just resolved on its own.
Just when you think you are catching on, you get another curve ball....
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